Relationships

I need to become the love doctor.

Relationships are the heart and soul of my existence, as well as the bread and butter of my career. One thing I've learned about myself is that if my love life is in shambles, I can't function. I shut down -- space out -- give up. Luckily, my love life has been strong and solid for many many years now, and I rarely have to feel like that.

But my students are another story: they are in the experimentation phase of their lives, and love so deeply at that age that every break up seems like it's the end of the world. I have both girls and boys crying and aching after relationships end -- they can't function either. I counsel and I hug, but I can't truly help their heart aches, which hurts my heart at times.

Love. What a concept. I know of a doctoral program in San Francisco where I could get a Ph.D. in Sexuality....for a mere $12 grand. I keep thinking I need to write the penultimate teenage love novel, or a guidebook for teens to natigate their hearts better. Nobody talks about it, but it seems to be the guiding force in our lives.

Hmmmm. Maybe I have a future in that.

Dr. Bleu to the rescue....stay tuned.

For Chris

I have hope. Americans elected the first half-black president, which is progress. I cannot believe how overtly racist some Americans were during this election, and how fear and hate drove their campaign in the end.

I also have hope in my personal life. I had a health scare this week, starting when I mysteriously got dizzy and fell on my butt. It ended with a CT scan that turned out negative (which means I have NO brains, I think) and a diagnosis of a "virus" attached to my nerves. I'm taking icky medicine that makes me sleepy and have cotton mouth, but it's better than the dizzies.

We also put the damned 08 yearbook to bed this week, which is very very good. We will get it before Christmas break, I hope. I'm only the LAST yearbook to be published at our plant this year -- but I like distinctions like that. I'm the worst, the laziest, the most tardy yearbook in the land!

Next week is gonna be a bitch though: have parent conferences late on Monday, have deadline night for newspaper on Tuesday, and then an extended day of teaching on Wednesday. I'll be ready for turkey break fer sure.

Tonight I get to have the gray roots of my hair died, which is always fun hanging out with my Auntie Suzie. It takes her forever to do, but she is family so I'll give her my business as long as she has her shop open.

There, Chris....I blogged! Not too fucking exciting, but it's at least some progress...

We can always hope that I'll get off my lazy butt in the future!